Many years ago when my husband and I lived on the Queen Charlotte Islands, my parents came from Vancouver Island to visit us. We took them to the beach one day, and my mother and I decided to take pictures of each other for posterity. Because it was one of those rare times when it wasn’t raining and the sand was relatively dry, she sat on the sand and pointed her Brownie camera at me and I lay on a log, posing as I prepared to take a picture of her. We laughed when we realized that with the cameras in front of our faces we wouldn’t get much of a picture so we had to take turns. In the photo you see I’ve lowered my camera while she took my picture, and then it was my turn to take hers. We had the giggles and I think that’s why she couldn’t hold the camera steady and ended up taking a picture of her own boots.
Later she sent me the photo and I laughed all over again. Not the greatest composition, but it was unique.
My mother died thirty years ago, and this bad photo of her gumboots is one of my special treasures because of the happy memories it evokes.